moments of hmmm.
i should write about something other than the found guy, i know, but i don’t especially have anything else to write about.
i’ve heard a rumor that my father may or may not be in a more advanced stage of dying. there. that’s something else.
now back to talking about boys. i don’t feel much in love today. i had a long meandering chat with found man last night and he told me kind of a lot about his ex-wife and her craziness. kind of apropos of our scheduling difficulties. and i felt kind of sympathetic but mostly i felt like “shut up” and “yikes now here’s some shit i don’t need in my life.” i noticed that there were odd things that he didn’t remember and odd gaps in some of his narratives and it seemed very alky to me. suddenly there were many things to give one paws.